• I LOVE to see a niiiii forget 



His blood is growiug cold, 

 And leap, or swim, or gather flowers, 



Oblivious of his gold, 

 And mix with childi-en in their sport, 



Nor think that he is old. 



' I love to see a man of care 

 Take pleasure in a toy ; 

 I love to see him row or ride, 



And tread the grass with joy, 

 Or throw the circling Salmon-fly 

 As lusty as a boy. 



" The road of life is hard enough, 

 Bestrewn with slag and thorn ; 



I would not mock the simjilest joy 

 That made it less forlorn. 



But fill its evening path with flowers, 

 As fresh as those of morn." 



